I’m a little mystified that half of February is already over and that March is looming on the horizon. Valentine’s came and went and the kids were all about the day. Weird but I guess that’s what happens when you talk a lot about it in school.
I “did” the Valentine’s party for Patrick’s class and while it was fun, I feel like it was a bit unnecessary. I mean, they’re 2 and they don’t care. I did bring in cookies for them to decorate but they didn’t care about decorating cookies, they cared about eating them. And then after they were all hopped up on sugar, they definitely didn’t care about the book I had to read for them. I mean, whatever lady. But it is fun to see Patrick and he seemed intrigued that I was there during the day and confused when I left without him.
We had some beautiful days last week – sunny warm and 60 or so. Things here are starting to bloom and the daffodils are all up and crying out for spring. Or maybe that’s me that’s crying for spring. But Courtney reminded me on our walk that it’s important to stop and smell the flowers.
On Saturday I took Courtney to see the Atlanta Ballet’s production of Cinderella. I wasn’t a huge fan and don’t think Courtney was either. We practically broke our necks trying to get there and then while our seats were good, the lady in front of us was a tall lady and neither of us could see well. The production was barely an hour long, which didn’t make me overly sad, but I’m not sure it was worth whatever I paid for the tickets.
My sweet, sweet boy recovered beautifully from his tubes and by “recovered beautifully” I mean the next day was like any other day. And it was 2 weeks ago. My stomach has been causing me all kinds of problems of late, not sure what the deal is, but Saturday afternoon/evening I curled up on the couch and laid like a lump. My sweet boy kept me company. I’ll take all the cuddling I can get from him because it’s not going to last and when it’s gone, I will be crushed.
There’s been a ton of sewing in my life of late (not that that’s anything new) and this week is QuiltCon and I’m sure pumped. I’m really looking forward to being with my peeps, learning a lot but also a few days away. I have a TON to do before I go and my guess is that I won’t get it all done, which I hate but such is life. I’m also going to have to take my machine in for repair, which is going to take a couple of weeks and who wants to come back from a quilting conference to have no sewing machine???
And can someone explain to me President’s Day? Does anyone actually sit around, celebrating Lincoln or Washington? Do you get a cake? What’s the deal?